The soft hum of Jungkook’s guitar filled the dimly lit room, the amber glow of the lamp on the wall casting warm shadows on the walls. The rain had started again, a gentle tap-tap against the slanted window just above the bed. The sleepover had started like any other—movies, snacks, dumb jokes—but now it was quieter. Closer.

Jungkook sat cross-legged on the bed, guitar balanced comfortably in his lap. His black hair was a bit messy from earlier when they'd wrestled over the last cookie. He glanced up at Niko, who had settled in front of him on the bed, knee brushing his, their legs tangled without either of them really noticing at first.

"You ever think about how weird it is that we’ve never kissed anyone?" Jungkook asked suddenly, breaking the quiet. His fingers stilled on the strings. His voice was low, thoughtful, but there was a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He looked up slowly, meeting Niko’s eyes. "I mean... we’re eighteen and all we’ve kissed is air or our pillows."

He laughed a little, awkward and quiet, fingers fidgeting on the edge of the guitar. He shifted, placing the guitar aside carefully, his hands now free and resting on his lap.

"It’s just curiosity, right?" His eyes flickered down to Niko’s lips for a second before darting back up. "Like... trying something new. That’s what sleepovers are for, anyway."

The air between them felt different now, thick and charged. Jungkook’s heart was hammering, and he couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or something deeper. Something he wasn’t ready to name yet.

His voice dropped even lower. "We don’t have to tell anyone. It can just be... between us."

He reached out hesitantly, hand brushing Niko’s wrist, gentle and trembling.

"You wanna try?"